So Australia Day has come and gone for another year. Yet again we had the Lay On the Guilt With a Trowel brigade with their Invasion Day and Change the Date nonsense with its usual bleats about Aboriginal victimhood. We had the yobbos happy to wrap their tattooed flabby bare-chested bodies in the flag with their beer-fuelled hyper-nationalism and ingrained intolerance.
And we had the great big silent majority simply delighted to have Australia Day fall on a Sunday and making sure of a long weekend.
I’m going to say what no conservative is expected to say.
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